I placed my revolver, cocked, upon the top of the wooden case behind which I crouched. Holmes shot the slide across the front of his lantern and left us in pitch darkness - such an absolute darkness as I have never before experienced. The smell of hot metal remained to assure us that the light was still there, ready to flash out at a moment's notice. To me, with my nerves worked up to a pitch of expectancy, there was something depressing and subduing in the sudden gloom, and in the cold dank air of the vault.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 63896 | 2020-10-21 15:45:25 | 70.67 | 98% |
| 59742 | 2019-12-19 16:28:03 | 58.99 | 96% |
| 58948 | 2019-11-18 15:31:59 | 69.33 | 97% |
| 53996 | 2019-03-16 13:22:54 | 71.57 | 97% |
| 49689 | 2018-09-30 09:59:37 | 65.82 | 97% |
| 48840 | 2018-08-27 15:57:01 | 69.70 | 97% |
| 48612 | 2018-08-23 13:03:37 | 66.82 | 96% |
| 48403 | 2018-08-17 13:03:17 | 73.74 | 98% |
| 47622 | 2018-07-22 03:52:21 | 71.13 | 97% |
| 43959 | 2018-04-04 12:22:58 | 66.95 | 97% |
| 43825 | 2018-04-01 16:14:47 | 63.63 | 97% |
| 41874 | 2018-01-27 05:24:45 | 64.43 | 97% |
| 37202 | 2017-09-06 13:31:52 | 68.53 | 97% |